"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

nurses nearby didn't speak but

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

about to cry his heart out, mourning his lost handsome face, when someone opened the ward

bowed and greeted the newcomers, "General Orton,

go out first." Morpheus smiled. "I'll talk to His

his face,

though Morpheus tried to persuade

shifted from gentle to

Orton Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting at him like this: "Christopher, stand at

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

I'm already like

serious face through the gaps between his fingers. Although his face was

eventually

He was startled at first, then saw himself in the mirror with his head wrapped

His face was unscathed!

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